Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By PeaceAnn Eliza Bleecker (17521783)
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Announcing the visit of spring;
How green are the meadows! the air how it pleases!
How gleefully all the birds sing!
Nor let blushing Flora complain,
While her pencil was tinging the tulip, bad weather
Had blasted the promising gem.
Now shoots out a diffident bud;
Begone ye rude tempests, for sure as it freezes
Ye kill this bright child of the wood:
The groves we now safely explore,
Where murdering banditti, the dark sons of treason,
Were shelter’d and awed as before.
Whose seven years sabbath concludes,
And blesses kind heaven, that Britain’s black ally
Is chased to Canadia’s deep woods.
But laughs and is jocund as we;
And the turtle-eyed nymphs, to their cots all returning,
Carve “Washington,” on every tree.
And drop in its current the line,
To capture the glittering fish that there wanton;
Ah, no! ’t is an evil design.
Which I can destroy, but not give;
Methinks it ’s at best a malevolent pleasure
To bid a poor being not live.
Are changeably ting’d by the light;
It reflects the green banks, and by fair imitations
Presents a new heaven to sight.
With plumage just dipp’d in rich dies;
But yon infant has seized the poor insect, ah! yield it;
There, see the freed bird how it flies!
Too far from our cottage we roam;
The dews are already exhaled; cease your playing,
Come, Daphne, come let us go home.